A swank businessman with an iPhone 4 in one hand, a pair of TommyH glasses neatly placed, a Tag Heuer tied perfectly to the wrist, jostles for a space to stand beside a poor family, who, as it appears, has toiled hard to purchase the metro token.
A young aspiring college student or an elderly man who is finding it hard to earn the daily bread given the age, a young little girl who would not leave her mother's hand even while being seated or a to-be-supermodel who makes only an attempt in vain to garner attention, a student solving mock tests despite the inconvenience or a group of some other students planning on how to forge the semester exam result, a group of sophomores giggling about their latest crushes overtly or a girl with a dripping dejection in her demeanor, a man hurling swears over the phone or a dead tired athlete who has the dignity to offer a seat to an elderly woman, has to follow a protocol once he/she enters the premise till he/she boards off.
Each will have to stand in a huge queue often the result of maladministration, compete for a place to seat or stand neck to neck which is often the case, and then again gather all the strength in the world from every minutest cell in his body to finally get down. And this ride after ride, day after day, time after time.
Another beautiful aspect it depicts is law of continuity, that is how I would put it. If you look from a broader view, everyone is same. Everyone has his share of happiness and troubles but despite all of that, the metro ride will continue. It has to. This is what life is, ain't it.
Give it a thought the next time you board that metro train. God bless.
